—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of
Joe Nolan, Stockton, CA, USA
SURVIVAL COSTS
A safe place to be
Teaches you no survival.
A tough place to be
Teaches you why love seeks its
Home.
A nomenclature will
Make your identity
When you work with passion wheels.
Daylight and night,
Spring and autumn,
Winning or losing
Life is a greater compliment
When you plant a seed,
And watch it grow.
A heart is magnetic
To love.
It attracts at its cost,
And leaves you out of debt,
In exchange for
Survival costs.
A safe place to be
Teaches you no survival.
A tough place to be
Teaches you why love seeks its
Home.
A nomenclature will
Make your identity
When you work with passion wheels.
Daylight and night,
Spring and autumn,
Winning or losing
Life is a greater compliment
When you plant a seed,
And watch it grow.
A heart is magnetic
To love.
It attracts at its cost,
And leaves you out of debt,
In exchange for
Survival costs.
DO YOU LOVE?
Do you know?
Do you realize?
Do you act?
These are questions
For lifetime,
Not greater than
Do you love?
Do you express?
Do you respect?
Do you forgive?
These are questions
Not greater than
Do you heal?
War or life?
Freedom or cage?
Enlightenment or
Bookish memorization?
Do you love how life progresses,
When you embrace it?
Do you know?
Do you realize?
Do you act?
These are questions
For lifetime,
Not greater than
Do you love?
Do you express?
Do you respect?
Do you forgive?
These are questions
Not greater than
Do you heal?
War or life?
Freedom or cage?
Enlightenment or
Bookish memorization?
Do you love how life progresses,
When you embrace it?
FREEDOM CAGE
I have an agony
That could be a fiction.
The world is a mirror,
Survival is its memory,
That changes past to present.
A nail-biting blue and dark sky
Before the storm
Is an unforgettable childhood
When grandfather
Had a long wisdom lesson
In his scroll.
Something does not feel right.
If everybody cares
Who dares to speak up
The truth like the
Morning sky.
I am about growth,
I am about a key-hole
Looking at the world,
Enough of the roadside stray
Star gazing.
I am a flying saucer
In the world's freedom cage.
I have an agony
That could be a fiction.
The world is a mirror,
Survival is its memory,
That changes past to present.
A nail-biting blue and dark sky
Before the storm
Is an unforgettable childhood
When grandfather
Had a long wisdom lesson
In his scroll.
Something does not feel right.
If everybody cares
Who dares to speak up
The truth like the
Morning sky.
I am about growth,
I am about a key-hole
Looking at the world,
Enough of the roadside stray
Star gazing.
I am a flying saucer
In the world's freedom cage.
AT ART VILLA
Again I seek
Freedom.
Again I die every minute.
You are a part of me
And I am what you
Know of me.
We could be us.
I dance to the sound of rain,
Only you do not like getting wet,
You are one step away
From the freedom spell.
Living every minute,
Passing every journey,
Life rolls like a rock.
Rejoice to the upbringing
Or else find your own way.
Your future is in recited tales,
In memory rooms
At art villa.
Again I seek
Freedom.
Again I die every minute.
You are a part of me
And I am what you
Know of me.
We could be us.
I dance to the sound of rain,
Only you do not like getting wet,
You are one step away
From the freedom spell.
Living every minute,
Passing every journey,
Life rolls like a rock.
Rejoice to the upbringing
Or else find your own way.
Your future is in recited tales,
In memory rooms
At art villa.
METHODS AND UNLEARNING
I am free to write,
No chains tie my hands.
I am free to imagine
A childlike innocence
Is my flowery heart.
Come like a happy wave
That sweeps through my feet,
Come like the figment of first light
For the newly opened eyes.
I am a dawn,
I am the dusk.
I kiss the storm
And soothe the darkness
Of the bright universe.
No one to rejoice
No reasons to forget
To live is to kiss the pain.
This garden invites you,
Pluck the rose from my heart.
Leave me broken
Like art pieces, at least.
Paint me when I grow old
Turn me to the nodding fire
Where I read slowly,
The book of passing life,
In all its scripted colors
Of methods and unlearning.
______________________
Today’s LittleNip:
Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.
―Lisa See, Snow Flower and the Secret Fan
______________________
—Medusa, thanking Sushant Thapa for his fine poetry today, and Joe Nolan for fine photos to go with it!
I am free to write,
No chains tie my hands.
I am free to imagine
A childlike innocence
Is my flowery heart.
Come like a happy wave
That sweeps through my feet,
Come like the figment of first light
For the newly opened eyes.
I am a dawn,
I am the dusk.
I kiss the storm
And soothe the darkness
Of the bright universe.
No one to rejoice
No reasons to forget
To live is to kiss the pain.
This garden invites you,
Pluck the rose from my heart.
Leave me broken
Like art pieces, at least.
Paint me when I grow old
Turn me to the nodding fire
Where I read slowly,
The book of passing life,
In all its scripted colors
Of methods and unlearning.
______________________
Today’s LittleNip:
Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.
―Lisa See, Snow Flower and the Secret Fan
______________________
—Medusa, thanking Sushant Thapa for his fine poetry today, and Joe Nolan for fine photos to go with it!
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future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
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Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
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Miss a post?
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scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
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at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
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